i woke up so late that the parents were both busy and no one had kept any breakfast for me, so i went to the kopitiam for some masala thosai. i was about to order a teh-o but an enterprising young woman offered me horlicks instead. horlicks promotion! 40cents hot 60cents cold! yes? yes? horlicks! i'd forgotten there was such a thing, so i say, out of nostalgia, okay, one cup, hot. i decide that i don't like horlicks much, though i might have, as a child. give me my ovaltine and milo anyday. or ribena! didn't horlicks also come in - solid round pellets - four, or however many, to a flat packet - that you could suck on?

horlicks is - very - nineteen-eighties.

lots of things are:

cindy slights me for not knowing the mopiko song, and harbours a grudge against zambuk. never used tigerbalm, but definitely sniffed fengyou.

i can sing the cod liver oil song, but so can everyone else.

sdu ad: little boy and girl sitting on the grass discussing marriage. he didn't have siblings because his parents married late, he said.

dynamo: guy in the labcoat saying, you mean this coffee stain? and circling it with a red lipstick. and the woman cries, what have you done! and he says, aha! and daubs dynamo on it. the washing machine spins, the shirt is removed, and not a trace of lipstick or coffee, to woman's delight. she pushes over a box of fab contemptuously.

you guys can probably come up with more.